BAD RELIGION LYRICS

"Stranger Than Fiction"

A febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hoping for a heart attack.
Tonight the windows are watching, the streets all conspire
And the lamppost can't stop crying.

If I could fly high above the world,
Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the world "stupidity"?
Or would I see hungry lover homicides, loving brother suicides
And olly olly oxen frees who pick a side and hide?

The world is scratching at my door.
My morning paper's got the scores,
The human interest stories
And the obituary.

Oh yeah.

Cockroach naps and rattling traps.
How many devils can you fit upon a match head?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat.
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

In my alley, 'round the corner, there's a wino with feathered shoulders
And a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back.
There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like Thanksgiving
And a pack of wild desperadoes scornful of living.

The world is scratching at my door.
My morning paper has the scores,
The human interest stories
And the obituary.

Oh yeah.

Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back.
How many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemingway cracked.
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

Life is the crummiest book
I ever read, there isn't a hook,
Just a lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock,
And character's an amateur would never dream up.

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

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